Mika Marie White’s Adoption
Journey
Have you ever wondered what it
would be like to be in someone else’s shoes? Or What it is like to be adopted? Well
I am here to tell you that I lived that life due to being adopted. You don’t
know the reason why your biological parents didn’t want you or gave you up. You
long to understand and during the process you put images in your mind what they
look like, are they rich or poor, do you have siblings, and most of all who you
look and act like?
I was adopted from the time I
was born in Tacoma, WA, but stayed in a foster home for 3 weeks while waiting
for your biological mom to sign the papers, file with the courts, and then time
for my parents to come pick me up from Walla Walla, WA. My mom was only 18 when
she had me and going to marry my dad and then we would be a family. She was 7
months pregnant when he left her. He was in the Army. My adoptive parents came
and picked me up in a snow storm in January. From that day on I was Tina Jane
Davidson.
I was born Mika Marie White
(just found that out in 2015 when I got me non – Identifying information and
Birth Certificate) on December 17, 1971 at 4:45 am. When I went home with my
parents, I heard I was colicky. I always knew I was adopted from the time
I was little. I was told I was part Japanese and my mom wanted me to go to
someone that had the Asian culture, so I could learn my heritage. Oh, how I was
so proud of that. I was told from day one that I was part Japanese and that I
was beautiful. I grew up with a sister and uncle that were from Seoul Korea.
I had a good life and I was
raised as a Baptist and know my parents loved me. But there was always that
thought in my mind “Who Am I”? My mom would tell me stories of my parents based
on what the social worker said, but you never know are they real? You always
want to know do I have sisters or brothers? Are they like me or am I just
different? Is my mom an actress or is my dad? When people walk by you wonder is
that my mom or dad? That is the hard part, you are constantly looking for
someone you think could be that one person that looks like you. This is in the
mall, grocery store, when you go on vacation and are close to where you came
from. You are constantly wanting to know who you are.
I would ask my mom questions
about my adoption, but let’s face it don’t all adopted kids? We want to know
the answers to our questions. I feel horrible for those adopted and know they
seem different, but the parents never let them know. For you my heart breaks,
because the answers come late or not at all. That is the time it hurts when it
comes out to late. My mom would tell me she thinks my name was “Miko”,
but she was not sure. Then she would tell me that my dad liked the ladies and
was in the Army. My mom was told my dad was a red head too. I would ask
her what my biological Mother’s name was and she thought it was “Mary”, so I
always knew my biological Mother’s name. The reason I was always asking is
because I wanted to see what had changed information wise and what had not. I
also thought it was fishy because my parents and Biological mom's social worker
was the same. The fishing partner of my Grandpa Davidson was the judge who
signed my adoption papers.
I was proud
that I was adopted and part Japanese. I would let people know that I was
adopted and part Japanese. I would get no way or where you don't look like it.
I would always joke that it was in my "Big Toe" and everyone would
laugh. I was a talker all my life and would talk to anyone that would talk to
me. At age 3 I would go door to door knocking on the door and try selling
people books that had bible verses in them. Hahaha! I remember that well. They
would always stand there and talk to me. They never refused to take anything
from me. I also loved selling my sisters Bluebird Cookies. We would have so
many people buying from me because I was too cute to say no too (per what I was
told).
To Be
Continued!
